This is a song about "Smoking in the forest"

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

Run to the forest like lieutenant dan,

Smoking the herbs that are potent

If you feel it, it must be real just

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Smoking weed, getting head in the oval office

The forest looking for those pearly gates.

Where weapons similar to dry grapes

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops